As the sun dips down below the mountains and the veil between worlds weakens, the six, deliberately dismembered, Orc bodies are swallowed up by dark shadows and the pools of sticky blood start to stir. The decapitated torsos and severed limbs shudder and twitch but they’re incapable of housing any form of life now. Broken vessels beyond repair.
Instead, in silent frustration, the dark red blood rises like vapour from the useless corpses, coalescing into an unsettling red mist before slowly, deliberately, creeping up the mountain path in search of fresh hosts.
Its like that bloody jelly chasing us up the tower again. Why don't things just stay dead.......
ReplyDeleteYou wanted unambiguously evil creatures to hit. I’m just giving you the opportunity to hit them twice over! ;P
Deleteyou made me larf
DeleteWhat kind of insane DM thinks it's a good idea to put sentient mist that can animate an army that can't be killed in front of some fleshy, very easily killed characters?
ReplyDeleteFun though.
Blame Scott.
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